And life is very difficult, when you're in the crowdWhen you're in the crowd, you see things as they really areYou can smell the fear and hate, generated by all around -I wanna breakaway, but the ties are too strongWanna go on holiday, but the crowd says i can'tSee life is very different, when you're in the crowdOh, sometimes in the night, i wish i was farawayBut then i realize, even escape will be in vainI wanna close my eyes and be like the restI mean, nobody wants to die, although the crowd say they doLook, life is very intricate, when you're in the crowdLife becomes the moviesAnd everyone has a roleIt's easy being the actorWhen the combine's the only star -Sunday papersAnd the dailiesEna sharplesPage 3 girlsNews at tenWar in rhodesiaFar awayIn a distant landBut we're alrightWe're nice and warm hereNo one to hurt usExcept ourselves